[Phoenix]

Gorsetail

Deputy of TreeClan

i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight

Sometimes, like when he cheated the system so he could patrol with his best friends, being TreeClan deputy had its perks.

Once one looked beyond the added duties of arranging patrols, checking in on the progress of various apprentices, and generally helping Lionstar make sure that the clan was running as smoothly as possible, being the deputy was not that much different than being a normal warrior. Certainly it earned him a little more attention - if not respect - from his den mates, and for better or for worse, his words carried more weight than they did before. Though he had grown fairly comfortable in his now-not-so-new role, sometimes he was still caught off guard by the way heads turned and eyes tracked him when he walked across camp. That painful awareness of the fact that others were watching him always made a part of him want to shrink back out of the spotlight. How Lionstar managed it every day, he had no idea.

But not everything had changed since he had stepped up to fill Meadowsong's pawsteps. Green eyes glanced to the side, lingering on the familiar pelts of Sprucefur and Feathercloud as they walked along the LightningClan border. Warm fondness bubbled through his chest, dampened only by the regret that they hadn't been able to spend as much time together recently. Well - as a trio, they hadn't spent much time together. Despite the fact that he had no significant other of his own, Gorsetail was not oblivious to the recent evolution of the relationship between his two friends, and even though no one had bothered to ask for his opinion about it, he had been starting to wonder what had taken them so long. Anyone with eyes could see the way Sprucefur and Feathercloud lit up around each other, and if he had to become the awkward third wheel in order for his two best friends to truly find happiness, then he would - and did - gladly take up the position himself.

And really, things hadn't changed that much between them. It just gave him something else to tease them about. Speaking of which... A thought crossed his mind, and he grinned. "So," Gorsetail began casually, tail tip flicking lightly through the air as they walked along. "When can we expect kits?"

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[Fawn]

55 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom

there's a light that you give me when I'm in shadow

"When can we expect kits?"

"This season, probably. Or green-leaf." Sprucefur answered automatically, his thoughts geared more towards the logical whenever he was on patrol. It was only rational that the Clan see some new faces in the better, fairer moons than in leafbare or leaf-fall. Like water trickling down through the cracks, the tease in Gorsetail's voice finally hit him, a water-drop on the bridge of his nose.

"What?" Pale, semilong coat concealing a ruddy complexion, Sprucefur felt as if he'd suddenly lost all of his fur and gotten a bad sunburn as a result. Paws stinging, he gave Gorsetail a nudge in the shoulder for rebuttal. "You're one to talk. Isn't it the deputy's job to put the Clan first?" He let the unspoken question hang in the air like mist; when are YOU going to sire some kits?

Sprucefur couldn't recall a time when he'd seen Gorsetail with one she-cat in particular; the deputy seemed relatively neutral to everyone. If he was being honest, though, Sprucefur hadn't paid as much attention to his friend as he should've. Feathercloud had occupied most of his time, thoughts, and focus over these past few moons, and probably would continue to do so long into his senior years.

A worrywort when it came to her, Sprucefur went to his mate's side and gently murmured. "How do you feel? We can stop and rest if your leg is bothering you." It was good to get out, though. He didn't want her to sulk around camp, fretting, feeling guilty over Sparrowpaw's accident.

there's a feeling you give me, an everglow

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Word Count: 249 Words
Tags: Phoenix , BlooRey DVD
Notes:

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Feathercloud

The silver warrioress tagging along behind the two toms didn't miss the teasing edge to the TreeClan deputy's words. Yet, she'd felt no embarrassment at the comment; quite the opposite in fact. She'd been pulling together a sarcastic rebuttal in her tired mind, when Sprucefur beat her to it. Except that Sprucefur's reply seemed so... Normal that he made it sound like they'd talked about this before, and that she was already pregnant. Ears flashed up in alarm, her pelt heating up several degrees. I'm not! ...Right? She questioned suddenly, all other thoughts completely evacuated from her mind.

So caught up was she in these shenanigans, Feathercloud momentarily forgot of the long, healing wound marring her flank and stretched it too far in a step. Wincing slightly, her gait faltered as she skipped a pawstep. It was as she was righting herself that Sprucefur's mind seemed to latch onto the implications of what he'd just said. She could practically feel his embarrassment radiating off him in waves, and if she'd recovered completely from her own flustered state, she might have laughed. Instead, she stayed quiet as her mate attempted to defend himself by shifting the attention to Gorsetail once more.

Pale fur brushing against her own told Feathercloud her mate was at her side. Leaning into his touch almost sub-consciously, she listened to his whispered words. Her ears rotated back in something akin to embarrassment as she slowed her pace. "Honestly, a rest would be nice." As much as she hated to admit it, for it made her feel weak, the stilted nature of her gait felt far more exhausting than her regular stride, and her damaged hind leg throbbed dully along the closed wound path. As the group slowed, Feathercloud let Sprucefur continue to fuss over her, settling into a modified sit on a patch of earth the pale tom cleared specifically for her.

Her sides heaved slightly as she regulated herself, her hind leg stretched out beside her rather than bundled up beneath her weight. Though she still felt the occasional nagging thoughts in the corners of her mind, Sprucefur had done a lot in recent days to make her feel... Less responsible for what had occurred during the spat with LightningClan. Some of the fire had returned to her sharp blue eyes, which she settled on Gorsetail. Though her voice held a hint of a rasp, there was no mistaking the playfulness behind her words.

"The first born will be named Acornkit." She stated simply, her mind recalling the time they'd conspired to pelt TreeClan's figurehead with a carefully stashed supply of acorns just before Gorsetail's christening as deputy.

~400 words - Fawn Phoenix - Feathercloud might be pregnant? XD (not really)

If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.

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Note: 45 moons old

[Phoenix]

Gorsetail

Deputy of TreeClan

i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight

When a surprisingly normal reply came in the place of the equally teasing response that he had been expecting to hear, Gorsetail nearly tripped over his own paws as he whipped around, green eyes wide, to stare at his two friends. Feathercloud’s…? His gaze drifted from Sprucefur back to the she-cat in question, only to an equally startled (though perhaps slightly more alarmed) expression on her face. Understanding came in the blink of an eye, and right as the other tom realized what exactly he had implied, the deputy let out a short bark of laughter that turned into a full blown fit as he looked again at the priceless expressions on their faces. Oh StarClan, usually he would have had to work so much harder to render Feathercloud speechless like that.

Even as Sprucefur tried to turn the tables on him, Gorsetail, still chuckling to himself, waved away his friend’s words with a flick of his tail. ”The nursery’s cramped enough as it is,” He pointed out, making a mental note to remind Lionstar that there were currently a pawful of kits who were more than ready to begin training. Any further comment, however, was erased by the jolt of guilt that struck him as Sprucefur moved from his side to Feathercloud’s, and ears flicking awkwardly, he slowed down to keep pace with the pair. It was his turn to have his fur heating up with embarrassment. In his eagerness to get out of camp and spend some time with his friends, he had somehow managed to forget about the she-cat’s injured leg. ”Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” The tabby tom offered apologetically, voice small, as he took a seat nearby. ”Of course we can take a break.”

As if wanting to clear the air of any remorse, Feathercloud settled herself down on the grass and immediately turned toward him with an amused glint in her eye. There was no mistaking the playfulness in her voice as she told him the name of their firstborn, and he could feel the smile returning to his lips at the memory of Lionstar ducking under a shower of acorns. ”One of my finest moments,” He mused, wrapping his tail around his paws. Green eyes turned toward Sprucefur as a thought struck him. ”We’ve told you that story before, haven’t we?” He asked. ”The one involving your brother and acorns?”

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[Fawn]

55 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom

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Acornkit. In a rare burst of imagination, a vision unfolded before Sprucefur's mind of a small brownish tabby kitten, rounded and pudgy from plentiful food, pouncing on Feathercloud's tail without mercy. Sprucefur's expression softened, as he pictured his mate batting a few more pudgy little kittens around the nursery, their tiny squeals of joy enough to melt even the hardest edges of his heart.

To have a family with Feathercloud was the natural next step for a stable mated couple. But it wasn't just that; it was something he genuinely wanted. Sprucefur hadn't grown up with a decent father figure, he'd had to be his own guiding light in a confusing, rumor-filled world that had proposed its fair share of struggles.

Feathercloud's familial situation hadn't been ideal either.

Sprucefur inwardly rallied against the implications that this would somehow make them unsuitable parents; quite the opposite. Because they knew what their own kithoods had lacked, and had somehow turned out pretty decent despite this, boded well for their future offspring. Unconsciously drawing close to the beautiful silvery tabby, Sprucefur found himself purring; he was among great company. With the exception of Appleshade and Nightpaw missing, these were his favorite cats in the whole Clan.

Gorsetail's question slipped through his imaginings, pulling him away from thoughts of kits and family. Huh? A story about acorns? He briefly remembered Feathercloud telling him something about pelting Lionstar with acorns - but he'd sat vigil the night before, and had fallen asleep in their nest without meaning to. She'd teased him about it the next morning.

Sprucefur, keen to hear the rest of the story now that he was wide awake, fixed Gorsetail with a curious look. "Not all of it. What's this 'finest moment' of yours?" He couldn't imagine Gorsetail and Feathercloud getting into mischief together, and yet if anything about the younger tom had sunken in, it was that Gorsetail was underestimated more than he probably deserved.

The tabby deputy had a hidden playfulness that only a few cats got to see.

there's a feeling you give me, an everglow

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Word Count: 347 Words
Tags: Phoenix , BlooRey DVD
Notes:

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Feathercloud

Sprucefur's comforting presence at her side only helped her relax into the seated position, blue eyes surveying their friend as he returned her knowing stare. Her features brightened in a grin as Gorsetail continued her words, mentioning that the particular incident was one of his finer moments. A feathery tail tip twitched contently at her side as the TreeClan deputy questioned her mate concerning the acorn fiasco. She rapidly recalled telling Sprucefur about what she and Gorsetail had done, only to have her pale furred mate fall asleep within the first pawful of words.

Sidling up against Sprucefur (not that very much space existed between them at that point), Feathercloud let herself truly begin to enjoy the rest, wounded leg outstretched. "Well, it all begins with me perched high in a tree, pile of acorns at my paws..." Her voice held a dramatic edge, as though she were beginning a tale worthy of LionClan itself. She glanced slowly between the two of them, the words hanging off the tip of her tongue, yet they never came. Instead, she nuzzled Sprucefur's chin, purring playfully. "Gorsetail was really at the center of the whole thing, so I'll let him take it from here."

Lionstar's face had been priceless. Just thinking about it had her giggling softly to herself. Any dull throb from her injury was soon forgotten, along with any of her remaining dark feelings surrounding recent happenings. Sprucefur had been right about this; getting out of the camp, out of her own head was doing wonders for her. Sparrowpaw wasn't forgotten, but Feathercloud felt a little more like herself with every passing moment. It was good to catch up with Gorsetail, especially with Sprucefur here too. It was hard to believe the rocky beginning these friendships had had so many moons ago.

~300 words - Fawn Phoenix - Friends are the best XD

If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.

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Note: 45 moons old

[Phoenix]

Gorsetail

Deputy of TreeClan

i wish everyone was loved tonight
and somehow stop this endless fight

”This was when Lionstar asked me to be deputy…” The tabby tom clarified briefly when Feathercloud suggested that he take on the role of storyteller. Green eyes met his friend’s familiar yellow-green pair as he continued speaking, a small smile on his lips. In his mind’s eye, he traveled back in time, easily recalling the refreshing leaf-fall air and picturing the conspiratorial grin that had brightened up the she-cat’s face as their plan came together. Just that morning, TreeClan’s figurehead had spoken with him, and at Lionstar’s suggestion, the then-warrior had taken the day to consider his options and come to peace with the idea. Naturally, Sprucefur had been consulted – he was sure the pale colored tom could remember that much-needed conversation – and he had sought out the Feathercloud as well.

Theirs had been a brief conversation, though no less important, before they wandered off topic. An acorn had fallen from a nearby tree, and so the idea was born. As former apprentices of their noble and esteemed leader, both the tom and the she-cat had enough familiarity with their target to not be too concerned about any repercussions – and in any event, Lionstar could certainly afford to loosen up a little. After they had all gotten over the rocky start to their apprenticeship, young Gorsepaw and Featherpaw had become fast friends, and he fondly remembered sparring sessions spent teasing their mentor as they teamed up against him. On that cool leaf-fall day, Gorsetail had not been able to remember the last time they had laughed at their former mentor’s expense, and they had drawn the conclusion that the two of them had been slacking off.

They wouldn’t want Lionstar getting too comfortable.

So they had developed this scheme, and as he continued the story, the deputy could see the scene playing out in his head as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. Feathercloud had been positioned in a tree, and he had gone to find TreeClan’s leader. Somehow managing to keep a straight face (it had been far harder than he had imagined), the tabby tom had led Lionstar just under the tree and dove rapidly to the side. Before the other feline had a chance to react, Feathercloud had pelted him with acorns – here, his grin widened and he glanced over at the she-cat – and Gorsetail, from a safe distance away, had turned around and chosen that exact moment to casually state that he had would replace Meadowleaf as deputy. Lionstar’s face had been priceless.

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[Fawn]

55 Moons || Senior Warrior || Tom

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There were several moments where Sprucefur had to ask Gorsetail to repeat himself - particularly the part about showering Lionstar with acorns at the very end - and his whiskers soon began to twitch. At first it was slow, like the occasional chuckle, and then he was openly laughing, a seldom-heard sound that wasn't unpleasant on the ears.

"Next you're both going to tell me you started calling him Acornstar, right?" Sprucefur glanced between his mate and his best friend for confirmation, trying to fend off the private delight at those two having tarnished Lionstar's golden image just a little. Sprucefur was not a petty warrior. What he was, was a tom that felt insecure around his noble, unbearably flashy half-brother; having the score 'evened' a little was appreciated, even if he'd never say that out loud.

Easily the most entertaining part of Gorsetail's narrative was picturing Lionstar's face by the end of it. Gorsetail agreeing to be deputy or the sight of Feathercloud hurling acorns at their former mentor was vying for the position of 'favorite part' in Sprucefur's mind. They were going to have to tell that story to their kits. Repeatedly. Every leaf-fall, when the acorns were plentiful.

When his laughter faded to chuckling, Sprucefur let his pelt brush against Feathercloud's, feeling a deep sense of peace that wasn't at all strange. It was moments like these, when he was in such good company, that his insecurities and his doubts seemed like nothing more substantial than a faint breeze through the leaves.

there's a feeling you give me, an everglow

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Word Count: 250ish
Tags: BlooRey DVD Phoenix
Notes: </3 Sorry it's so short!